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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3835366 | I still think sincere pessimism the unpardonable sin. | optimism pessimism | G.K. Chesterton | |
| d0afe52 | On a cold, fretful afternoon in early October, 1872, a hansom cab drew up outside the offices of Lockhart and Selby, Shipping Agents, in the financial heart of London, and a young girl got out and paid the driver. She was a person of sixteen or so--alone, and uncommonly pretty. She was slender and pale, and dressed in mourning, with a black bonnet under which she tucked back a straying twist of blond hair that the wind had teased loose. She.. | Philip Pullman | ||
| 19cf9e6 | He let her do it, then looked around for his fingers. There they were, curled like a bloody quotation mark on the lead. He laughed. | fingers gruesome his-dark-materials the-subtle-knife | Philip Pullman | |
| 83c7ee5 | And men my prophet wail deride! | magic prophecy urban-fantasy | Ilona Andrews | |
| 11f016c | The universe shrank to Curran and his pain. I had to break him free. Nothing else mattered. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| f0d36b8 | He'd spent the night in the boat. Next to the spaghetti queen. William glanced at the hobo girl. She sat across from him, huddled in a clump. Her stench had gotten worse overnight, probably from the dampness. Another night like the last one, and he might snap and dunk her into that river just to clear the air. She saw him looking. Dark eyes regarded him with slight scorn. William leaned forward and pointed at the river. "I don't know why yo.. | fantasy paranormal romance | Ilona Andrews | |
| 5cc6c4a | How is it that I could run into a gunfight against overwhelming odds and put myself between bullets and civilians, but I couldn't scrape together enough courage to speak to the one person who mattered the most to me? | gunmetal-magic raphael | Ilona Andrews | |
| 9cdff7f | The idiot had shot their own dog. That's what happened when the destructive potential of a man's weapons exceeded his intelligence. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| a647823 | Sometimes, when you crave certain feelings, you'll trick yourself into thinking the other person is something other than what he apears. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 1980f15 | Shifting in the hospital bed had blown her closet door wide open. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 45bbc91 | In diplomacy, like in great many other things, the rules of engagement survive only until one remarkable person decides to break them. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| df20f6e | I need you to get down there, open the stalls inside, and panic the horses." " 'Panic'?" Gaston asked. "Smile at them or something." | the-edge | Ilona Andrews | |
| 1f29c6b | a dense wall of greenery bordered it, ...an impenetrable barrier of oaks, evergreen shrubs, blackberry that somehow resisted the frost, and thorns. In the defense department, the witches would make Sleeping Beauty's evil witch weep with jealousy. | kate park sleeping-beauty witches | Ilona Andrews | |
| d97f7ba | It's not funny. I've got a naked drunk vampire running around in my orchard. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| e8b4866 | He hung up and glanced at me. "I'm sorry, I have to take care of business. It can't wait, but I'll keep it short." "Not a problem. I'll busy myself with being seen and tossing my hair. Would you like me to twirl it on my finger while biting my lip?" "Could you?" "No, sorry." I grinned at him" | hidden-legacy mad-rogan nevada-baylor | Ilona Andrews | |
| c457700 | So we have giant super-smart vipers who slithered in here, killed our people, opened the vault, stole something from it, and slithered out, undetected?" "Appears so." "Okay. Just wanted to make sure it wasn't something dangerous." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 25967e5 | I WALKED INTO my house to see the knight and the wizard sitting in my kitchen, drinking coffee. If you added in Julie's thieving skills and my sword, we almost had an adventuring party. "It's too bad we're missing a cleric," I said." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 7d5a41a | There is no such thing as privacy between a deity and his worshipper. There are no secrets, no glossed-over failures. Only promises kept and abandoned, sins committed and imagined, and raw emotion. How many of us are ready to have our lives judged? What would happen if we were found wanting? | Ilona Andrews | ||
| d0e4cf8 | The problem with all men, and werewolves in particular, was their odd perspective. Sean viewed the gash across his ribs as a scratch. I viewed it as an open wound made by a monomolecular blade able to cut through the werewolf armor and contaminate his body with extraterrestrial microorganisms and possibly poison. We agreed to meet somewhere in the middle. He allowed me to sterilize and seal the wound, and I promised to stop threatening to r.. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 1d1038a | I leaned forward slightly and pulled the lower lid of my left eye down. "What the f**k?" the stocky, muscular woman behind Tremblay murmured. Not a melee fighter. She stood flat on her feet, planted like a tree, and carried no weapons. "She's asking you if you can see the care in her eye." Saiman said helpfully." | kate-daniels saiman | Ilona Andrews | |
| 73218c3 | You were right," she said softly. "I never could've killed them all by myself." "What did you say?" "I said you were right . . ." He gave her a dazzling grin. "One more time, my lady?" "You were right," she told him with a tired smile. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| f2e3f52 | Ghastek, why haven't you married?" I asked. He gave me a thin-lipped smile. "Because if I were to get married, I would want to have a family. To me, marriage means children." "So what's the problem? Shooting blanks?" Desandra asked. Kill me." | ghastek kate-daniels | Ilona Andrews | |
| c224de9 | GUIL: I think I have it. A man talking sense to himself is no madder then a man talking nonsense not to himself. ROS: Or just as mad. GUIL: Or just as mad. ROS: And he does both. GUIL: So there you are. ROS: Stark raving sane. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| b89cd87 | Before Plato could describe love, the loved one had to be invented. We would never love anybody if we could see past our invention. Bosie is my creation, my poem. In the mirror of invention, love discovered itself. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| ac46d85 | Nowadays, an artist is someone who makes art mean the things he does. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| e006899 | We keep to our usual stuff, more or less, only inside out. We do on stage the things that are supposed to happen off. Which is a kind of integrity, if you look on every exit being an entrance somewhere else. | entry exit leaving | Tom Stoppard | |
| 39b2c8e | The habits of our lives makes us presume that things will happen in a certain foreseeable way, that there will be a vague coherence in the world. | Adolfo Bioy Casares | ||
| a4e86a5 | Artemis] returned to the aft bay for Mulch's version of a briefing. The dwarf had drawn a crude diagram on a backlit wall panel. In fairness, there were more artistic chimpanzees. And less pungent ones. Mulch was using a carrot as a pointer, or more accurately, several carrots. Dwarfs liked carrots. 'This is Koboi Labs,' He mumbled around a mouthful of vegetable. 'That?' exclaimed Root. 'I realize, Julius, that it is not an accurate sch.. | diagram dwarf humor humorous | Eoin Colfer | |
| 5bdd629 | The name's Bond. James Omar Bond. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 947d667 | Hey, if you can't remember, don't worry about it. I'm having a few memory problems myself in this place. Little things like how long I've been here, what my purpose in life is, which feet to put my shoes on. Stuff like that. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 962a23f | Benny was awake again. Happened every morning. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 6d63217 | He took a deep, shuddering breath. "Okay. I said it, it's out there. And I am fine now. So let's move on, shall we? What's the plan?" | Eoin Colfer | ||
| cca0db8 | Jane leaned back against the counter and stared at the ceiling. At the traditional location of God, no matter what the planet. | C.J. Cherryh | ||
| ab0c0f5 | What is fright by night is curiosity by day. | Victor Hugo | ||
| d24737f | Mother's arms are made of tenderness, and sweet sleep blesses the child who lies within. | Victor Hugo | ||
| b4dc8d4 | I was confided to your loyalty and accepted by your treason; you offer my death to those to whom you had promised my life. Do you know who it is you are destroying here? It is yourself. | treason | Victor Hugo | |
| 372679a | superfluous | Victor Hugo | ||
| cc2f021 | Happiness wishes everybody happy. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 4d02a8a | Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.--I shall feel it. | Victor Hugo | ||
| cfe30dc | Slowly he took out the clothes in which, ten years beforem Cosette had left Montfermeil; first the little dress, then the black scarf, then the great heavy child's shoes Cosette could still almost have worn, so small was her foot, then the vest of very thich fustian, then the knitted petticoat, the the apron with pockets, then the wool stockings.... Then his venerable white head fell on the bed, this old stoical heart broke, his face was sw.. | cosette crying inseparable jean-valjean les-misérables sad | Victor Hugo | |
| 9ab93c5 | The eye of a man should be still more reverent before the rising of a young maiden than before the rising of a star. The possibility of touch should increase respect. The down of the peach, the dust of the plum, the radiated crystal of snow, the butterfly's wing powdered with feathers, are gross things beside that chastity that does not even know it is chaste. The young maiden is only the glimmer of a dream and is not yet statue. Her alcove.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 9454fe6 | My misfortune is that I still resemble a man too much. I should liked to be wholly a beast like that goat. - Quasimodo | Victor Hugo | ||
| d0362d7 | As any war veteran will tell you, there is a vast difference between preparing for battle and actually facing battle for the first time. You can be told that reading Victor Hugo will sap your will to live, but you can't understand what it means until you've read a few chapters and your eyes are glazed over and someone has to revive you with a defibrillator. | kevin-hearne tricked | Kevin Hearne | |
| 2828fb3 | Anger may be foolish and absurd, and one may be wrongly irritated, but a man never feels outraged unless in some respect he is fundamentally right. | Victor Hugo |